Song of the Mad Maga-Hatters
Our thoughts go back to two thousand sixteen
And the moment of bliss we shared
When Lock-Her-Up Hillary left the scene,
And The Donald into the White House went,
And we roared to our hearts’ content.
The Donald’s ended,
But the enmity lingers on.
Pence and the Don are gone,
But the enmity lingers on.
The night was raucous,
And the losers heard us say,
“You libs have passed away!
We’re grabbing it all while we may!”
There in the white moonlight,
We sang our war song with fierce delight!
The moon descended,
And we found with the break of dawn,
The Donald was ended,
But his bigotry lingers on.
– with apologies to Irving Berlin